Only I didn't write any of that down, instead I turned to fiction. It's like to wrong sort of therapy, and I know lots of authors are into it. When life is tough, live outside it. Readers do that too. So I am not too upset that I've ended the book of my life in Las Vegas, because it's only the first in an EPIC multi-book series. I'm only just getting started, and I am honored you are around to see me through it.
The thing about writing books is, it's not often book goes from pen to print in a hurry--and you guys haven't even gotten to see any of the novels inspired by, or set in Las Vegas. I touched the area briefly in Coffin Nails & Other Beasts
Right now I am not blogging from truck stops or State Lines. I worried my way through those, and there were many. Still those ragged places and stresses will live in inspiration for years to come. So now I'm home, home for the next few years anyway; and then it will be time to pack up and move to the next adventure.
Right now, I'm writing on a folding car table in a me-made cubical of unpacked boxes. I thought it would inspire me to unpack them--but that hasn't worked out so far.